Song | Arrow Head |
Artist | Woven Hand |
Album | Woven Hand |
作曲 : E. | |
Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress | |
Does he endeavor to persevere | |
Close mantled to knives and kisses | |
Just like when you were here | |
What little he had, from him it was taken | |
For in the small things he could not be trusted | |
Arrow head, arrow head run motor city rusted | |
Nailed to the floor by an old time gaze | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again | |
Would it do, would it do any good | |
To be able to remember the white of the page | |
The black of the ink | |
Thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink | |
You talk this way as you go walkin' | |
Weavin' your way through the straw | |
It comes so slow and leaves so quick | |
Under grace we strike the stricken law | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again |
zuò qǔ : E. | |
Do tell, how is the little pilgrim' s progress | |
Does he endeavor to persevere | |
Close mantled to knives and kisses | |
Just like when you were here | |
What little he had, from him it was taken | |
For in the small things he could not be trusted | |
Arrow head, arrow head run motor city rusted | |
Nailed to the floor by an old time gaze | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again | |
Would it do, would it do any good | |
To be able to remember the white of the page | |
The black of the ink | |
Thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink | |
You talk this way as you go walkin' | |
Weavin' your way through the straw | |
It comes so slow and leaves so quick | |
Under grace we strike the stricken law | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again | |
Who is, who was, who is to come | |
Given to other lips and spoken on other tongues | |
Where are you and where have you been | |
Hold fast, hold fast till he come again |